By Sam Yau
The day I met you, I burst through my heart
and rocketed to the edge of the universe and back.
I know of no love so boundless, so freeing.
It demands nothing of you, it rejects nothing in you.
Day after day, your soul’s blinding light shines through.
Facet by facet, your iridescent radiance grows until
you become the sun, the moon, and all the stars in the sky.
You catapult me right into the center of my divinity.
I stand naked in front of you, immersed in your luminosity, unaware
that the shadow flicker-dances with the shimmering like friends.
The foreboding of the inevitable breakup looms. The distant heartache,
beat by beat, leaches out the bubbling joy from the now.
When you show me your blazing love poem to your previous lover,
a vinegar-fed fire snakes its green scotching flame from my stomach to my heart.
Light and shadow, love and jealousy, are not strange bedfellows.
It is me who is inflicted. Your pristineness remains unblemished.
I wish I could be in the moment, lost in the bliss of my love for you.
I wish I could scatter the future, or my fear of it, in the capricious wind.